Ever Fallen In Love (6 page)

Losing himself to the feelings, Tucker pistoned in and out of her. Her breasts jiggled with each movement, tempting him to capture a rosy bud in his teeth. Did she still like it a little rough?

Megan wriggled in his arms. A crimson wash coloured her cheeks. Her kiss-swollen lips kinked into a bow and her eyelids fluttered shut. “Spank me."

He hesitated a split-second and Megan opened her eyes. Only a thin ring of blue circled the ebony centres. Her lips parted. “Please?"

"Flip over.” Tucker situated her legs so she could stand. Megan placed a hard kiss to his lips, swiping her tongue over his. He shivered. “Tease."

Her brows bobbed as she leaned over the hood of the muscle car and waved her ass. “You know it."

He groaned. Moments ago she'd been so timid with him. He liked the change and loved the way she came into her own in his arms. He placed two slaps to her rump, leaving a tinge of red on each pale globe. Megan squealed and straightened, backing into him and resting her head on his shoulder. “God. Do it again. Harder."

"Fuck. Me.” Once again, he grasped her hips and drove into her. The tenderness he wanted to prolong evaporated. He slapped her ass with each insertion. Her whimpers and moans turned him inside out. Sweat beaded on his forehead as the orgasm swept through him. His balls constricted and he groaned her name.

"Mine.” Tucker wrapped her in his embrace and added a few extra thrusts. Megan shuddered between him and the hood of the car. He pulled out of her, missing her heat immediately.

"Tucker."

Without bothering to put himself back in his jeans, Tucker snuggled against her back. “We're staying right here. Armageddon could come and I'm not budging."

"Your phone's ringing."

"Screw it.” He kissed her temple. The only person who mattered lay in his arms.

She sighed and her words came out small. “Could be your girlfriend."

Tucker rubbed his nose along her temple then nipped her earlobe. “Don't have one unless you're applying for the job."

"Your team?” She twisted in his arms. Her expression hardened and the sparkle dimmed in her eyes. “They might need you."

"Shit. They let me go. Said I can't run well to save my life."

The cell phone silenced and began ringing again. “Answer your phone. It could be your mom."

He paused. Blood pounded in his ears and his tongue felt sixteen sizes too big for his mouth. “Mom died six years back."

Megan's eyes widened and the colour drained from her face. She opened her mouth to speak, but he kissed her and silenced her response. “Rick had you holed up in Winston-Salem. I tried to call but he blocked me."

"I'm so sorry.” Megan squirmed out from under him and stood, covering her face in her hands. “I—I wish I'd been there."

Tucker uncovered her face. He crooked his fingers underneath her chin then smoothed a tear from her cheek. “Don't beat yourself up. I don't like it, but I understand why you weren't around.” Memories of his mother and his time with Megan came together in his mind. She and Megan had always seemed to get along so well. “I'm sure Momma understands, too."

The phone rang again and Tucker growled. He tugged the device from his back pocket and pressed the buttons to answer the call. “Hello."

"Tucker? This is Janine from Blitz."

"I know who you are."

"Uh-huh. There's a neat little clause in your MPR contract that we can't work around just yet. According to Julia's notes, it appears you can't run for Blitz or anyone until the end of the season. I'd love to re-welcome you to the team, but I can't. We have options, but I have to work them out first."

"I should've seen this coming.” Tucker glanced over his shoulder. He bit down hard on the inside of his cheek. Megan smoothed her skirt down and then slid the straps of her tank top back into place. She sat down and wrapped her arms around herself. Her gaze remained low. Did she regret what they'd done? Had he pushed her too far?

"Is Megan with you?"

"Affirmative.” Tucker scrubbed a hand over his eyes. As soon as he got off the phone, he and Megan would have a long talk and more getting back to being a twosome. Fuck work.

"I'll assume you're...busy.” On her end of the line, Janine sighed. “Look, I like you. I don't really know you other than your persona on track and interviews, but I like you. You seem good for Meg in the short run. I'd love to see something work out in the longer run, but hear this. If you screw with her—I mean fuck her up like Rick the Rat—I will break your legs and feed your dick to sharks. That's not a threat. It's a promise. I know people."

"Understood.” Tucker pocketed his phone. He wasn't sure he wanted to know how Janine Walters knew anyone who could potentially feed him to sharks, but he believed every word of her warning. “We need to talk and then head back. It looks like King's gonna get his way. I can't run for you."

"I figured as much. Things were going too smoothly in my direction."

"You don't sound pissed like I thought.” Tucker snuggled her close. “At least I can be at the shop. I'll work with Mat on the down-low and get him ready for the last two races. Plus, it lets me see you. I can't race for anyone, per a clause in my contract, so it makes us being a couple perfectly safe."

"Work with Mathew until Janine gets things straightened out. I'm also going to move Mat over to Eric. I want you to get him used to Eric's way of working."

"And us? I want to talk about this thing brewing between us. I'm not ready to give up.” He slid his index finger underneath the delicate knot work of her necklace. “This shows me you haven't, either."

Megan wriggled away and turned her back to him. “Our having sex shouldn't have happened. You work for me. I'm violating my own rules. End of story."

Damn her need to always keep up her defences. Tucker slipped his arms around her and tipped his head. “What happened is way more complicated than just being able to dismiss me with the wave of your hand. You know it. I saw a side of you I thought I'd never see again and damn it, I like that uninhibited girl. I miss what we had.” He cupped her chin to meet his gaze. “Compromise. Please? Rules are meant to be broken."

"Let's just let things ride and see what happens.” She rested her head on his shoulder. “I'm in over my head and time's made me cautious. My heart's telling me not to trust you and my brain is screaming I've made a mistake. Other than great sex, I'm not sure we have something between us."

"I doubt that.” Tucker breathed a ragged breath. He'd made some progress, albeit not in the direction he wanted. He rubbed the top of her head with his cheek. “Just don't expect me to ignore you."

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Megan massaged her temples. Two weeks’ worth of paperwork, cranky phone calls and dodging Tucker had frayed her nerves. She toyed with her pen. Memories of their tryst at the track came to mind. Her pussy warmed and she licked her lips. She could almost taste his kiss. He knew where to touch and lick to bring her to the brink. He enjoyed her secret kink, pushing her to try more without stepping beyond her limits. Hell, he'd introduced her to spanking and the bondage play. Did he still get off on dominance? The thought of him fluttered her pulse. Almost like being in love.

Love. Worthless emotion. He'd left her high and dry when the bright lights of fame had beckoned. Rick had claimed to love her until a younger, slimmer model showed up. Where had love left her? Alone to pick up the pieces.

Sure, Tucker said he wanted to keep seeing where things would lead, but what about when the hiccough in his career mended? Love, even in its infancy, sucked.

A knock at the door interrupted her thoughts. “You in here?"

"Come on in, Janine."

"I brought you a present,” Janine said in a sing-song voice. She swept into the office, a bouquet of yellow roses in her hands. “Florist just dropped these off. Think they're from Tucker?"

"No clue.” Megan opened the enclosed card. “And this isn't helping much."

Mine.

"Tucker is a man of few words. I think it's sweet, in an overly alpha way."

"He knows better. I don't belong to him, and I'm not wild about yellow anything."

"Phooey. You do, too.” Janine pursed her lips. “Okay, so you don't like yellow, but it's still cute. Maybe he was being cautious? Red roses mean love and he's trying to ease you into caring about him?"

Megan crooked a brow. “Don't put me on."

"You wear that trinket like a reminder. It gives him ideas."

"Maybe I'm the one who doesn't want to forget."

"Maybe he doesn't, either.” Janine folded her arms. “Well, you're in a mood and my other news won't buoy your spirits either. Rick's here."

"Oh joy.” Each positive had at least three negatives to bring it down. “What's he want, other than to irritate me, yet again?"

Janine picked at her manicure, her nails clicking together.

"Spit it out, Janine. Stalling won't make it any less...whatever it is."

"We know Tucker's not with MPR, and now I know why. Rick used his manly charms on Julia. She changed the contract without Tucker's knowing. In turn, Rick bought out Tucker's contract. Since Tucker doesn't have a decent publicist, he screwed himself. Rick probably found out you two were together and figured it would be a good wedge."

Megan replayed the words in her head twice to make out Janine's fast delivery. Great. Rick wanted to play dirty. Time to make things right, or as right as they could be. “Send Rick in when he's ready. I'm tired of his bullshit and I want it over with. He can't play race-God and win. I won't let him.” She put her finger in the air. “But Tucker and I are not together."

Janine plunked down in the closest chair and folded her hands. She stared at Megan for a long moment. “Don't screw him over because Rick's a dick. Tucker is a decent guy any woman would love to be with. He might not be ready to tell you, but he does love you.” She spoke in low tones. “Keep telling yourself you aren't in love with him, but we can all see it.” She jerked in her seat and sat up straighter. “Bullshit, entering stage right."

When Megan looked up, the door slammed open. Rick swaggered into the room. “Hello, beautiful. I see you got the flowers I sent."

King followed two paces behind Rick. “Afternoon, ladies."

"King. Mr Rodney. Thank you for the flowers, but you didn't need to. We aren't married any longer."

Rick leaned on Megan's desk, butting Janine out of the way. “Your formal speech doesn't suit you. I'd rather hear you call my name when we make love on my desk. I'm sure King agrees.” He knocked on the wood. “At least it's solid. I hate shitty building materials."

"Wait a minute.” Megan blinked. “Your desk?"

"That's what I said, honey lips.” Rick bobbed his brows. The black flecks gleamed in his eyes as his voice dropped to a growl. “I'll bet your pussy is still as sweet."

"You're slime,” Janine spat. “Get out of here."

"Shut up.” Rick slapped both hands down hard on the desk. “Annoying waste of space."

Megan took a deep breath, let it out slowly and willed her lunch to stop reversing course. “What are you doing here?” She glared at King. “Unless you have actual business to discuss, get out."

"You have such a pretty pink pussy—I mean, private place.” Rick rounded the desk and kneeled in front of her. “Damn, I want to fuck you right here on the desk. You loved it when I showered you in rose petals."

"No, I didn't,” Megan snapped. She glanced around her desktop for something to use as a weapon.
Where's my letter opener when I need it? Damn it.

"Rick, get the fuck out of here.” Janine stomped around Megan's desk and gave Rick a punch in the arm. “If you have no business, then blow."

He crooked one brow. “Honey, I wasn't planning on a foursome, but I could change my mind."

"Fun could do you a world of good—both of you.” King inched out of Megan's line of sight. She crinkled her nose as the scent of King's spicy cologne wrapped around her. His hands massaged her shoulders. “Just some harmless fun."

"Go to hell!” Janine climbed on Rick's back and wrapped her arms around his neck. “I know kung fu and I will feed your fat ass to the sharks!"

"Jesus.” Rick shrugged Janine onto the floor. “King, deal with her."

Squealing, Janine thrashed in King's arms. “Let me go."

"Shut her up.” Rick grabbed a hank of Megan's hair, tugging her head backwards. “Don't fuck with me. You wear this piece of shit, but I know you're still in love with me. Screw this game and let's get naked."

"No.” Megan fumbled blindly for her phone and pressed the button to connect to whomever she called last. The screen lit up. Hinging her bets on someone actually answering, she shouted, “You threw it away when they didn't win, Rick. King, get off her.” The phone clamoured to the ground, clacking on the plastic runner under her chair.

"King, toss the bitch in the closet and help me get my wife out to the car. She's not feeling well. Overcome with the need to suck my cock.” Rick kissed her neck, both of her wrists clenched in his calloused left hand. He stepped forward, mashing her phone into a mess of circuits and crackled wiring. “You shouldn't have tried to call someone. This is a private party."

King had stopped cold and placed Janine on her feet. “Go.” He stared at King as Janine tore out of the room. “Whoa. No one said anything about forcing her.” He shook his head. “I can't play this way."

"Fuck the way you play,” Rick growled. “Now go."

Megan struggled against Rick's grip. “I hate you.” She needed to keep calm. Freaking out wasn't going to help, but damn if he didn't manhandle. At the doorway to her office, she kicked as hard as she could muster.

"Fucking bitch.” Rick clapped her hard on the cheek. “No one fights me."

Stunned, Megan stared at him through teary eyes. He'd been a jerk. Cheated on her more times than she could count, resorted to locking her in the house when he didn't get his way, but blatant violence? Bad press meant he'd lose his ride. And where was Janine? Megan blinked, regaining her bearings. Rick relinquished his grasp a bit as he struggled to push her through the open door.